Letters
“So lass,” Brynjolf’s sweet voice spoke to Sonin from beside her, his accent like music to her ears, “I hear you’re about to be named Thane.”
“My, my,” Sonin replied smoothly, “You are a well informed man. I’m due to be named tomorrow morning. I trust you’ll be nearby?”
“I may show,” he put his hand on her upper thigh, “For the right price.”
“I strictly offer payments after services,” Sonin countered, “but for a handsome Nord like yourself, I may be willing to give a little up front.”
“Ugh. Get a room already,” Vex rolled her eyes and gagged.
“Are you offering yours?” Sonin asked with raised brow.
“Not a chance,” she sighed and left the two lovers.
“We probably should find somewhere more private,” Sonin suggested as his hand found the peak of her thighs.
He groaned a bit, “I suppose so,” he winked, “for the new Thane of Riften.”
Sonin smiled at that, grabbing his hand and leading him in the Rataway. Brynjolf wondered where she was taking him until he saw it, the room where they first really met each other.
“Lass,” he moaned her name a little as he grabbed her soft waist, “what are you planning?”
“Everything,” she replied and quickly took his lips in hers.
Brynjolf kicked the door shut, the lock falling into place. No one would bother them here. Sonin took the lead, pushing Brynjolf against the door and locking her hands in his red hair. Brynjolf was no passive lover, rock hard he grinded against her.
“On the floor,” she demanded, “and strip.”
He did as told, laying on the dirty floor without a care other than the beautiful women stripping before him. Brynjolf made sure to tell her how he felt about her form, stroking himself softly to the view of her walking toward him. Her thighs and stomach jiggled slightly with each step.
Slowly, making a show of her efforts, Sonin straddled him. She cast a spell to fortify stamina on herself and Brynjolf before warming her palms with a little fire. Brynjolf jolted into her touch as it shifted to ice in a second then back to heat.
“I can’t last like this lass,” he groaned and bucked wildly against her.
“Oh yes you will,” she grinned wide.
“What have you got planned?” He smirked back, wondering what dirty thing she was about to do.
She reached behind her to her fallen clothes and grabbed a strip of leather from her pocket, “A trick I learned from a...friend.”
“Friend?” Brynjolf felt a pang of jealousy.
“Aye,” she answered and wrapped the thong tightly around the base of his erection, “This will help you last, along with that stamina spell I casted earlier.”
Brynjolf and Sonin then spent the next three hours changing positions. She rode him at first, scratching his chest as he bucked upward into her. Her cervix was already sore from that and her sex oversteimluated from the first orgasm, yet she was far from done. Thinking back to her two weeks in Oblivion, she then braced herself on her forearms. Carefully Brynjolf pulled her up by the thighs while on his knees, inserting himself into her aching folds.
Sonin, with her weight on her shoulders, ground against him. Wanton moans filled the air along with their combined musks as she led them to the kinkest pose that came to mind. Brynjolf stood up, letting Sonin fold herself with her feet by her head. He lowered himself back down, practically sitting on her. In this position, Brynjolf was in complete control.
“Can I-” he panted, “-inside?”
“Please,” Sonin begged.
“I want to see you filled with me,” he moaned and undid the leather thong.
“Please don’t stop Bryn,” she gasped, “Dreh Ni ofan ko. Zu'u neaan hi!” Her thu’um laced her tongue.
Brynjolf leaned forward as he was about to spill inside her, “I want to see you drip with my seed, then swell with my child.”
Sonin was too close to her own undoing to comment before they both came. She shouted, accidentally, missing Brynjolf by mere inches. Brynjolf laughed, withdrawing and helping lower her body to the ground. He stroked her face as he watched himself flow out of her, looking at her with the most love sick eyes she’s ever seen on any man.
“Did-did you mean that?” Sonin questioned.
“Yes,” Brynjolf finally felt comfortable enough to share his feelings, “I’ve loved you for so long now. I was scared to admit it. I don’t live a life meant for settling, but for you...I think I could give it up. To be by your side until the divines take me. Lass, I love you.”
“I-” Sonin didn’t feel the tear that left her eye until Brynjolf brushed it away with his thumb.
“You don’t need to say anything back,” he smiled softly and kissed the top of her head, “I just needed to tell you before you disappeared on me again. I worry every day for your health.”
“Bryn,” Sonin sat up and locked her lips with his, “I-I’m not ready to settle and I’m definitely not going to ask you to leave your life behind for me…” he looked heartbroken in a flash, “but-” his eyes lit back up, “I could see myself loving you regardless. I can’t offer myself wholly to you right now, but I want to give you this,” she handed him a key after digging in her discarded pants pocket, “It’s to my home here, Honeyside. I want you to be able to stay there, even if you just need to lay low. My new housecarl will live there but I’ll tell them about you.”
“Lass,” he leaned in to kiss her but she pulled back to finish speaking.
“I’m not ready for a child yet, but I want one one day. I want you to know you aren’t the only man currently after my hand. I haven’t made a choice and I won’t until this dragon menace is handled....but once it is,” she took a deep breath and met his intense gaze, “I will choose. You will not be in suspense and you will never be cast from my home.”
“I will wait for you,” he finally locked her lips in his.
Sonin was made Thane the next day, with Brynjolf in his fine clothes watching from inside the keep. It wasn’t the smartest thing for her to do, but taking a chance on fate, Sonin did not cast her spell to guarantee his seed didn’t take. Now, a thane in every hold except Windhelm, she was off to meet the Blade.
*A few months later*
Sonin, now titled Thane in every hold but Windhelm. Ennoonan nickered as a lone wolf ran past them. Sonin patted his neck, “We’re almost there boy.” Sonin couldn’t believe she was climbing the seven thousand steps again, with an elder scroll nonetheless. She was ready to finally defeat this Alduin and the scroll held the key.
No matter how hard that bitch Delphine tried, Sonin would not be convinced to kill the kindest dragon she ever met. Paarthurnax may have done despicable things in his past, but she would not see him dead now. He still had much to offer the world, as it were. Sonin stabled her mount and gave him an apple. Shivering, she rushed up into High Hrothgar.
“The Dragonborn has returned,” Arngeir announced.
“Happy to be back, master,” Sonin bowed respectfully.
“Can I convince you to stay this time?” He questioned with hopeful voice.
“Not this time,” She offered him a smile, “but maybe once I grow a great beard such as yours.”
Arngeir laughed, his voice shaking the foundation of the building. He and Sonin caught up with each other over dinner and Sonin retired to rest before making her way to the throat of the world. In preparation for what may lie ahead, she wrote to her family and friends.
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Dear Lydia,
I hope you are well. I apologise I haven’t written much. I am with the Greybeards again, unknowing of what may lie ahead. I want to let you know how much your friendship has meant to me. Regardless of what happens here, I want you to know I wouldn’t have made it this far without you. Should I perish before we meet again, I want you to take Breezehome for your own. You are welcome to all my belongings there. I want to grant you the freedom to live your own life.
If I make it back to you soon, then I wish to offer you the position of Steward.
Love,
Sonin.
P.S. Just fuck Hrongar already. Do those things I told you about.
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Dearest Vilkas and Farkas,
I’m sorry in advance that you didn’t both get your own letter, but my message to the both of you is the same. I have cherished every moment I have had with you both. I don’t know if this may be farewell. In truth, I have no idea what will happen in the morning and the thought scares me, but I will face this fear with the courage you have both taught me.
Vilkas, you were an ass. Well, you still are, but you’re my ass and I love you. Please take care of yourself better and look after your brother for me.
Farkas, my sweet, please be true to yourself. Don’t mourn me long should I perish. Also, enjoy that honey for me and know I still think of it in my travels.
I have so much to say, but so little light in this candle left to write it all down. I’m sorry I didn’t go back to Whiterun in the past months that I’ve been slaying dragons. There is one more I must face. Should this be goodbye, know I love you both dearly. Please move on and find new love, should I fail this mission.
Love,
Sonin,
Slayer of Sweetrolls
P.S. Vilkas is in charge now.
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Dear Jarl Balgruuf,
I’m afraid I may not get to take you up on the offer of wine. I have not told this to another and I trust you to keep it to yourself unless I should fall. Alduin has returned. I am to call on him tomorrow. I will do my best to end his threat to Tamriel here at the Throat of the World, but should I fail I know no one better to take up the cause. I trust you with this information, and you alone. If I should perish tomorrow, please help end this civil war and bring both sides together to end this world threat. I’m sorry to put this much on you, my Jarl.
Please take care,
Sonin,
Dovahkiin
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Dear Jarl Ulfric,
I hope the war does not weigh too heavily on you as you read this letter. I am writing to you from High Hrongar. The Greybeards miss you more than they will say. Tomorrow I will face a great challenge, possibly my last. I write to you as the Dragonborn to implore you to end this war and bring peace to Skyrim. I also write to you as Sonin, thinking fondly on our time together. Should I fall, please seek out Jarl Balgruuf. It is important. If not for any reason other than a favor to me. You do owe me your life if I remember correctly.
Sincerely,
Sonin,
Dragonborn
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Treasured Brynjolf,
I don’t know how to write this to you. I miss you, so much it hurts. Love, I am scared. Tomorrow I may face the greatest threat I ever have and I am to do it alone. Thoughts of you bring me comfort and worry. I want to return to you, to everyone. I am running out of candles as I write this last letter to you. Please know, I love you and cherish every moment we had together. Please don’t wait for me any longer.
Love,
Sonin,
The one who stole your heart
… In a crumbled letter thrown into the fire, burning...
Argis,
I know this letter will not reach you, but I am writing it anyway. I wish you were here every day. I loved you so much. You, for a time, were the very air I breathed. A part of me died with you, dearest. I dreamed of being with you forever, a forever that we will never see. Maybe I will be seeing you soon.
Regrets,
Sonin,
The one who let you down.